A trip to Atlanta My trip to Atlanta is like a tornado, people are yelling, forgetting things at home, and need to stop on the way up for bathroom breaks. After that we get into Atlanta with the traffic and smell of the exhaust punching me in the nose. Atlanta to me is a wildfire, everything around you is crazy. Once we get to my grandma’s house everything is a peaceful world. We go to the pool and look at the marvelous view. I ate her amazing Cuban food. I was like a kid in a candy store. Then we go upstairs and watch a sports game. It is an earthquake waiting to happen. People rutting for the opposite team is a bad idea at my grandparent’s house. By Noah Diaz
My trip to Atlanta is like a tornado, people are yelling, forgetting things at home, and need to stop on the way up for bathroom breaks. After that we get into Atlanta with the traffic and smell of the exhaust punching me in the nose. Atlanta to me is a wildfire, everything around you is crazy. Once we get to my grandma’s house everything is a peaceful world. We go to the pool and look at the marvelous view. I ate her amazing Cuban food. I was like a kid in a candy store. Then we go upstairs and watch a sports game. It is an earthquake waiting to happen. People rutting for the opposite team is a bad idea at my grandparent’s house.
By Noah Diaz